Sexual Expression [Contemporary Cowboys 2] (Siren Publishing LoveEdge)

by Natalie Acres

  He cupped the back of her head then and brought her mouth to his, thrusting inside her cunt and mouth at the same time with equal enthusiasm. He shifted his hips and flattened his feet on the chair, taking advantage of the leverage and pumping his cock up and down, thrusting high inside her pussy with incredible delivery.

  His hands were then buried in her hair. She framed his face and kissed him until she couldn’t breathe, until she couldn’t speak. All she could do then was hold on tight!

  “Liam!” She wrapped her arms around his head, realizing then her outburst would’ve alerted the others, but unable to care, unable to think about anything else except the hardness between her legs, Liam’s thick cock buried inside her, thrusting wildly, beating against her channel in desperation now.

  “God, yeah. Hmm….Ah fuck, Coco!” He bracketed his arm around her waist and used his other arm for balance now. He threw her forward and back, holding tight as he aimed his cock at just the right spot, that sensitive little area that made her crazy, made her want, set her off like a time clock.

  “Fuck!” She gripped his head tighter, riding him then, undulating on top of him as he pounded inside her without any reservations. Fuck the quiet and the sleeping. Screw the audience now standing near the door.

  This! Oh yes, yes, yes! This kind of loving, from him—from Liam—was exactly what she needed.

  * * * *

  Brandon looked at Kurt and shrugged. “It was bound to happen sooner or later.”

  “His timing could’ve been a little better.” Kurt had been awake for the better part of thirty minutes, but it wasn’t the sun’s bright beams that had awakened him. It had been the racket. The source behind the noise had disturbed him, jarred him from a restless sleep.

  “You saying he’s off?” Zak asked, rolling over on the couch and throwing the pillow over his head.

  “He always was if you ask me,” Brandon grumbled, obviously angst-ridden.

  It wasn’t easy for Kurt to sit there and listen to his brother fuck the woman he’d screwed the day before, the woman he’d promised would be in his bed one way or the other the night before. He couldn’t help but laugh at the irony, the overlapping of all situations combined.

  Life had made a joke out of him, out of their family, out of their lives. The only thing he could do was laugh too or he’d walk around with a complex.

  Kurt’s girl—Brandon’s former sub—was now riding Liam’s cock. Considering they all three had some portion of her within the last twenty-four hours, it might be sensible to think about a discussion regarding their feelings for her, how they wanted to proceed or if they wanted to discuss it at all. Maybe Brandon didn’t want to talk about it.

  At the moment, he was distracted, but he didn’t look necessarily angry as the yelling outdoors subsided. In fact, like Kurt, he looked uncomfortable.

  And damn if Kurt wasn’t uncomfortable.

  Zak, now lying on his stomach, curved his arm around his latest distraction. He trailed his fingers down her curves, never going too far up, but raking his fingertips over her hip and down her leg before dragging them back up again, stopping right before he traced the underside fullness of her breast.

  Drina’s head popped up and she threw her hand to her forehead. Frowning, she said, “I’ve been wide awake for the last fifteen minutes, listening to you guys discuss my sister’s sex life without really saying what you mean or discussing anything of real substance. Now, your brother here is molesting me and you’re acting like it’s the most natural thing in the world.” She smiled at him and then leaned over and kissed him. “Good morning.”

  Obviously shocked, Zak said, “After all we shared last night is that the best you can do?” He pulled the covers over their heads and pretended to go after a more substantial kiss.

  Drina was having none of it. She threw the coverlet away from the sofa, swung her legs over his hips, and sat sideways on the sofa. “Trust me, boys. Before he makes you think we fucked like wild animals out in the open prairie, breeding for all to see, let me just say…”

  “God yeah! Right there!” Coco’s voice hit an absurd volume and pitch.

  All heads turned to the sliding patio door.

  “You were saying?” Zak asked, fluttering his eyelashes like he could push aside the outside performance without further acknowledgment.

  Drina studied Brandon and then zoomed in on Kurt, which in itself was telling. Apparently, she’d only been told recent stories about Kurt which made him feel extra special all things considered.

  “I forgot. Where was I again?”

  “Hmm, yeah. Right there. Ride me, baby. Squeeze. Oh damn. Oh fucking damn. I’m coming again.”

  “You could ‘be’ right about there if things were going as good for you as they are for your sister,” Zak said.

  Drina stuck her finger up in the air. “Has it ever occurred to you guys that this is not normal?”

  “What’s abnormal about it?” Zak asked, propping up his head with his right palm and pinching her leg.

  “Don’t mistake me for my sister, big boy. I’m not a pain junkie.”

  “You never know where you’ll find a rose awaiting its thorn,” Zak said in a raspy voice, his eyes alive with new fire. “In any case, I can’t wait to find out for myself.”

  “If you’re real good,” she drawled, tipping the end of his nose with her forefinger. “One of these days you might find out.”

  She left the couch and he popped her ass with a hard slap. Brandon smirked, his nose twitching like crazy. Kurt froze, pretty certain a slapped ass wouldn’t fly with Drina. And Zak winked. “Come here and do something about that. I dare ya.”

  Twisting her mouth as if she couldn’t think of a comeback, Drina finally rebounded and said, “I’ll bank that dare and when I’m ready to cash it in, I’ll let you know, but do that again and I’ll make you hurt.”

  She disappeared behind the bathroom door, but not before Kurt caught the smirk on her face. “She’s a handful.”

  Zak rolled to his back with a silly smile on his face. “I’m up for the task, boys.”

  “Uh-huh,” Brandon muttered. “In any case, I have a whip she can borrow.”

  “Most of my subs aren’t into impact play,” Zak said.

  “I wasn’t talking about for you,” Brandon said. “I’m planning to loan it to Drina. Before she’s done with you, you’ll be bound to her bed and calling her Mistress Drina.”

  “We’ll see,” Zak said, stretching and flexing his muscles.

  Kurt could almost hear those wheels inside his head churning. Zak apparently looked at Drina as one hell of a challenge. And like every other Blazier man Kurt had ever known, Zak probably thought he was man enough to brave the forthcoming days.

  He shrugged off the thought and listened to the bodies slapping in the distance, the closed door doing little to shut out the fucking on the other side of the glass wall. “Yeah, little brother, take it from someone who knows, the right one can come along and take any man to his pitiful knees.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Cops are upstairs. Dallas sent a message just now and said we have an hour to vacate the premises. He and Hales have been in touch with the local authorities.” Brandon walked out on the balcony but kept his focus straight ahead. He knew what he’d find beside of him.

  If he wanted verification, all he had to do was peer under the covers and witness their adjoined bodies. They hadn’t exactly tried to hide what they were doing, even when he’d walked outside. Apparently, they weren’t planning to finish anytime soon. He stared beyond the rail and inhaled the fresh mountain air. “I always loved it here in the morning.”

  “Me, too,” Coco said, a breathless edge to her voice.

  In Brandon’s mind, the first one to speak was the loser, the one who lost the ability to choose how things unfolded from that point on. He turned then, taking in the swell of her full lips, the freshly fucked blush in her cheeks.

  Even though he had released her, dismissed
her as his sub, he still wanted her. He still had an acquired taste for her, a requirement for her, a true craving he couldn’t explain. He needed her in a way no one other than someone who had known the power of her love could possibly understand. Still, he felt compelled to ask, to ask for what was once his to have and hold without reluctance or even a pause. “Can I join you?”

  Liam acted as he’d expected. He frowned, pouted really. He didn’t say yes or no.

  Brandon wasn’t asking him anyway.

  “Yes, Sir.” Coco would probably never look at him as anything less than her Dom, her Sir.

  He lifted the blanket covering them. His breath caught in his chest but he looked on, watched as Liam plunged inside her pussy, pushing that long cock of his straight up her cunt.

  “You’re beautiful when you fuck,” Brandon said, bringing her chin to his and smothering her lips with his mouth. He loved that hungry kiss, that deep thrust of her tongue and whimpering cry, especially now while she was fucking another man.

  He dragged his hand down her body, flattening his palm between her breasts for a minute and then reaching further down, making her want it, making her need even more than she realized she held the ability to need. He could feel that heat he generated inside her, see it in her eyes, experience it as she gripped his arm and drove his hand between her legs.

  “Here?” he asked, touching her clit as his brother fucked her from behind.

  Her eyes filled with desire so rich with substance he nearly came in his pants as he watched her carnal heat kick up another notch. “Or here?” He twirled her clit, applying pressure with his left hand, strumming his fingers over the sensitive knoll as he unzipped his leather slacks.

  Her wicked tongue slipped between her lips and she licked her mouth, wanting his cock, so hungry for it she was ready to beg, ready to ask for it by name. She slid down on the lounger, forcing Liam to follow behind her.

  Brandon now had a perfect aim. He pushed against her clit and ate up the sight of her breasts now fuller than before, those pretty nipples of hers brushing against her outfit, needing release.

  “God yeah,” Liam rasped, fucking much faster.

  “Open, baby,” Brandon said, cupping his balls as he pushed his cock to her mouth, the tip slipping right inside her lips. “Mmm, yeah. You look so pretty, so sweet sucking my cock.”

  Her tongue was trained to please. She massaged the underside of his length, striking out at his shaft with force as she rubbed the texture of her tongue up and down his penis. He grabbed hold of her head, guiding her up and down on his dick as he rested his foot beside their hips.

  Liam hollered out, fucking her like a wild man now. Coco paused, that look of incredible lust washing over her like a sudden tide cascading across the sand. It was there one minute in her heightened state of arousal and gone the next as the quick orgasm came and went.

  Her body still writhed with quick pleasure as she shook in Liam’s arms, remaining committed to her cause, sucking Brandon’s dick, really going after him, fucking him with her talented mouth.

  Liam collapsed against the chair. Every now and then, he would jerk, push down on her hips and moan.

  Brandon’s cock felt heavy, thick with the weight in his balls. The new lust was incomparable to anything he’d ever experienced in his damned life. He’d never had a threesome, never been part of one, and there was a reason for that.

  Before Coco, he’d been inexperienced and never really had a serious relationship. And with Coco, he’d never imagined how hot it could get, how blazing fucking hot it could be watching her fuck while giving him head.

  “Sweet fucking mercy!” He jolted forward, trying to keep his balance, trying desperately to stay locked between those luscious lips, needing her to suck him, wanting her to take all of him, sip him dry, take his heat, and swallow every last drop.

  His body shook. Her hands were all over him—cupping his ass, fingering his balls, gripping his shaft, and guiding him, coaxing him. Another deep and forceful suck and she finished him, swallowing again and again, practicing those reflexes as she took him to her throat and massaged his head as she drank him in, sip for sip.

  His body jerked—once, twice, three times. “Good God, woman. You make me fucking crazy.” His cock still twitched. “Ah fuck me!”

  She sucked harder at his cock, letting him go limp in her mouth. He pulled out and kissed her, used to his salty taste on her lips, used to the need she stirred inside of him.

  When their lips parted, she smiled up at him and peered over his shoulder. “I think someone else is feeling a little left out.”

  * * * *

  Coco was living the dream. The men she desired most, the men she had always craved in many ways just like this were now her reality, her right now, very much her real world.

  She was naked. Her bottom was primed with globs of lube. Her pussy was slick, hot. And her mouth was ready, conditioned as Brandon used to say.

  Brandon wore a condom and now Liam rolled on a rubber, too. Kurt watched her lips as if he’d placed dibs on them long before they’d decided to haul her off to the bedroom.

  No one had said a word when they’d moved her from the lounger to the bed and in some ways she couldn’t help but wonder. Were they afraid one uttered word would put a stop to all this? Had she, too, kept a stiff upper lip for fear of interrupting this surreal moment?

  Kurt stood by the bed. Brandon was on his back and he wasted no time in pulling her over him. He kissed her breasts, rubbing his fingers and mouth over her nipples until she was mewling, crying softly from the friction. She rubbed her heat over his shaft, feeling the moisture she left on his dick as she slipped up and down, driving her own desire as much as his.

  Liam took her hips, pushing his way between her tight ass as if he believed he had to pry her cheeks apart. His technique was working, making her wet and crazy.

  Discovery. That’s what she wanted for them, for herself—true and complete discovery.

  His tip breached her rim and he tapped the pulsing rosette, the term Brandon had given her hole late one night when they’d been experimenting with anal sex. She’d loved the way he’d rimmed her, the way he’d taken his tongue around the pulsing circle and talked to her as he’d loved her, coached her, schooled and trained her.

  “God bless,” Kurt said, fucking his shaft with his hand as he aimed his tip at her mouth. “This is so sexy to watch.”

  He was right. The mirrors on the ceilings, floors, and walls, made the bedroom a very special place in their high-end suite. Brandon and Zak had paid a mint for their place there and today, at least for a little while, she planned to help Brandon enjoy his money’s worth.

  “Kiss it, sweetheart,” Brandon said, turning his head and staring into the mirror as she sucked Kurt’s cock to her throat, loving the pulse of his head against her tonsils, the thickness brushing across her tongue.

  Liam pressed inside her ass. He didn’t push too far or try to take her with too much force. Brandon entered her from the front. His cock twitched inside her pussy and she felt the fullness, the thickness of two shafts filling their independent spaces and making her crazy with a profound need she’d never imagined as being so completely raw and intimate.

  She sucked Kurt, pulling his cockhead to the roof of her mouth and massaging him with vibrations. Her pussy was wetter now, clenching around Brandon’s size as he pushed down on her breasts, holding fast to her nipples and twisting them until she had tears in her eyes.

  Kurt pulled back. “Careful. You’re hurting her.”

  Brandon’s wicked smile drove her. “Am I, sweetheart?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Does it feel good?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you want more?” He released her nipples and she cried from the ache, missing that addictive sting.

  “Yes. Pinch me. Please, Sir.”

  Kurt guided her by steering her chin. He fed her his cock and he wasn’t quite as gentle as before. In him, she now saw a
smidgen of that dark and dangerous man, a man who wasn’t afraid to take what he wanted, introduce those desires to the woman in his bed.

  Liam thrust a little faster. Brandon kept his fingers on her nipples, his face still turned to the wall of mirrors. She hummed aloud, mere seconds from exploding, just minutes from riding out the most pleasure-filled morning of her life.

  Brandon rammed her cunt. Liam took her ass and lost his seed high inside her channel, stamping his place inside her so she would never forget who’d ridden her from behind. At the same time, Kurt jerked, his hot cum filling her throat until the only taste she knew was unmistakably him.

  “More,” she pleaded, releasing Kurt and rubbing her lips across his salty slit.

  “More it is,” Liam said, slamming inside her now with a broken beat. “Hmmm, yes! Oh fuck yeah!” His words were choppy as Brandon rushed the finish, too.

  They tore into her with sensual beats, a loving decree. In the end the only thing she could think of was her three men and the kind of fucking that ruined a woman for another intimate partner or any other man except those who had somehow made her life irrevocably complete.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Any idea who they are?” Kurt asked an hour later when they pulled in front of her house. He pointed at the windshield and nodded in Kane and Peyton Cartwell’s direction.

  “Yes.” Coco sat upright and unhooked her seatbelt. She snapped her fingers over her seat. “Wake up, Drina. We’ve got company.”

  Drina leaned forward about the time Zak did as well. They acted like two lovesick pups, apologizing and telling the other one to go ahead and look first. Coco wasn’t sure she could stand by and watch this train wreck waiting to happen. Then again, she wasn’t one to judge. Not now.

  “I highly recommend you keep your hands to yourself in front of Kane,” Coco said to Zak. “Same to you, big guy.” She smiled at Kurt, still very much aware of whose cum still lingered in her taste buds and coated her throat.